I never really appreciated poetry.
But then I read this book that made me love it. Made me want to embrace it, use it, share it.
I never really liked running.
But then I read this book where it became an escape, a moment of clarity, a way to clear the mind.
I wanted to run.
I never really believed I could zip line, or fight for my family, or believe in dragons...
But then I read this book. And I did. I wanted to
I think I read to escape. What I often forget is how it makes me want to live.
Okay, wow. A poem. I have no idea where it came from but I recently read a book about slam poetry and it inspired me. I wrote this at midnight the day I finished Slammed by Colleen Hoover. I put it in a note that I emailed to myself. It was like I knew I had to write it down or it would be gone and I'd wake up and know that I lost all the inspiration I had. It's not very good, and I'm sure there are poetry rules I didn't follow, but I am glad I wrote it. I like it. I've never been particularly into poetry, but sometimes, you read or watch something and you just get it, why it matters. This is definitely one of those times.
Lately, I think I've been letting inspiration arrive and then slip away. I don't take it and grab it and use it, right then. And then it's gone. So I'm giving myself a personal requirement - i'm making sure I permanently carry an actual notebook with actual paper, with me at all times. I'm going to write down everything I think of, a Pinterest for my thoughts. When I see something I want to do, I'm going to write it down, find ways to do it, and make it happen. Because I don't want to keep letting inspiration just... fly away.
We spent a weekend in Charlottesville for a wedding a couple weekends ago. After we spent several hours on Skyline Drive, I found that little piece of calm that the mountains always give me. A little calm + a little inspiration goes a long way...